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Thoughts on being Catholic...and Irish...and Southern. I have a guilty conscience and I like my potatoes boiled with crawfish..."why be anything else?"
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Sunday (feb 13) was Election Day at our parish. The RCIA candidates were in the church with their friends and families for the beginning of mass. Then they were asked to approach the alter and sign their names in the "Book of Life."
I sat there and reflected upon what I was seeing and comparing it to the Reverend Mr. Tisdale in "The Scarlet Letter" and the teenagers in my tenth grade religion class.
Here, before the altar where I receive communion and take the Body and Blood of our Savior into my body, were a group of people signing up to profess their beliefs and become members of the Church. Sitting around me were some members of the congregation that are cradle catholics without a hint or clue what it would mean to get up before the entire congregation and profess their fatih. They force their children to attend religion classes so the children can make their confirmation. They don't really care, or act like they care, what the children are learning and doing in religion classes. Perhaps if the children saw their parents' faith proclaimed in such a visual manner, the children would take the journey more seriously and more acceptingly.
I don't want another knock on by door by someone dressed in a coat and tie, claiming to have once been a catholic and "didn't get anything out of it," while handing me a magazine and professing some other religion's saving graces. You don't need to knock on my door, you turned your back on our Savior, because you "didn't get anything out of it."
I have learned one thing in my many years, "you get out in proportion to what you put in."
God Bless us all.
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